The Royall Subjects Warning-piece to all Traytors
You Traytors all both great and small, I wish you to beware.
In time repent, and be content, for you must all to Hide-Park-Fair.
There is Hempn toyes for you brave boys, which murdered Charles the first,
The Hangman he your guide must be, for thither go you must.
To a pleasant new Tune, Come hith my own sweet Duck.
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OLd England now rejoyce,
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thy sorrows all are past;
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Tryumph with heart and voice,
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good news is come at last.
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These that long time did mourn,
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come and rejoyce with me
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I scorn my Coat to turn,
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but faithfull I will be.
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Heavens blesse our Generall.
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which hath our sorrows drownd,
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Pray for him great and small,
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King Charles must now be Crownd.
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This is good news indeed
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for every honest man;
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The Law will now proceed
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Traitors do what you can,
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Your glasse is almost run
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your time is almost spent,
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You must to Squire Dun
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except you soon repent.
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[?] for King Charles right,
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brave Lords of high Renown
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His C[?]alry wil fight,
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[Kin]g Charles must wear his Crown.
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You that did once bare sway
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and kept us all at under,
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Now is your reckoning day;
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good Subjects you did plunder,
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Those that did firmly stand
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for Charles of high renown
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You banished the Land,
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and chast them up and down,;
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Then Traitors all repent,
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in City and in town,
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Your time is almost spent,
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King Charles must wear, etc.
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What answer can you make
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either to God or man,
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What course now can you take
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do all the best you can:
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For murdering of your King,
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the Law will now proceed,
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Beware a hempen string,
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no better can you speed.
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Then traytors all repent
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in City and in Town,
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Your time is almost spent,
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King Charles. etc.
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The second Part, to the same tune.
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YOur Anabaptists head
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no comfort can you bring,
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Alack he is almost dead,
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for treason against the King
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Himself must answer make,
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for what is done and past
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He can no way forsake
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Squire Dun I fear at last.
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then traitors all repent
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in City and in town,
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Your time is almost spent.
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King Charles. etc,
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Come Harrison thou art the man,
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I and John Oakey thy brother,
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For treason against the King,
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there scarce is two such other;
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tha one a Butchers son,
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the other a poor Dray-man,
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You must to Squire Dun
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do all the best you can.
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You traitors all repent
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in City and in town,
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Your time is almost spent,
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King Charles, etc.
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Alack blind Hewson now,
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where is thy Laste and Awl,
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It had been better for thee
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to have kept in thy stall;
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For Judging of the King
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a rebellious horrid deed,
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Beware of a Hempen string
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no better thou can speed.
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And for killing poor prentice boys
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for playing at the foot-ball,
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Squire Dun has hempen toyes
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for sure will serve you all.
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Bold Arthur Hasterigge
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Newcastle doth thee curse
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For raising of their Coals
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four shillings a Chauldron just;
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Nay this is the worst of all,
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for Judging of the King
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As thou sate in White-hall,
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beware of an Hempen string.
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Repent you traitors all
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in City and in town,
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Justice doth on you call,
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King Charles will pull you down.
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You now may curse the day
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that ever you did know
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Bold Oliver I say,
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that traitor, Englands Foe:
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He being a Brewers Son
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you liquored well your throat,
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the Commenty you have undone
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Yet now beware a Rope
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for climbing up so high
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You are sure to have a fall.
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the innocent blood doth cry
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Down with these Rebells all.
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When you had murdered the King
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you banished his Wife,
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And all the Royall Off-spring
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you fought to take their life;
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All that true Subjects were
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you did them traitors call.
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You must to Hide-Park-Fair,
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Squire Dun invites you all.
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then traitors all look toot,
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the Rump cannot you save,
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the Gallows will claim her due
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use all the skill you have.
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Concluding thus I cry
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God save our gracious King
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From bloody tyranny,
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and all the Royall Off-spring,
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Lord blesse the Duke of York,
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brave Generall Monck also,
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He is a Noble Spark
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against King Charles his foe.
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then traitors all repent,
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mark we well what here is said.
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Your time is almost spent
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alack you are all betraid.
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